Green Grow the Rushes O


Chorus:

Green grow the rushes-O,
Green grow the rushes-O,
The sweetest bed that e'er I got
Was the bellies of the lassies O

In sober hours I am a priest,
A hero when I'm tipsy O,
But I'm a king and everything
When with a wanton gipsy O.

Chorus:

The down bed, the feather bed,
The bed among the rushes O,
Yet all the beds is not so soft
As the bellies of the lassies O.

Chorus:

We're all dry with drinking o't,
We're all dry with drinking o't,
The parson kissed the fiddler's wife
And he couldna preach for thinking o't.

Chorus:

Heard ye of Leezie Lundie-O,
The Godly Leezie Lundie-O?
She lays for pay 'til Saturday,
But finger-fucks on Sunday O.

Chorus:


Alternative Chorus:

Green grow the rushes-O,
Green grow the rushes-O,
The lassies, they have wimble bores,
The widows, they have gashes-O


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